The final actMature

I opened the bathroom door. Caleb held me then how I always wanted to be held like he would never let me go. I clutched on for dear life. No matter what I refused to believe we weren't meant to be, that no matter what we would meet again in the next life. I crumpled the letter and then ripped to shreds. I forced the shreds into a ball and let it roll down my sleeve.

Slowly we retreated from each other. It did waste time finding the right words. They couldn't be found anyway. I said " Whatever happens today..."

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I wanted to write a romance story where the heroine did not have a low self esteem or bad body image. Too many books have the male character constantly reassuring the female that she is pretty etc. My character is clearly flawed but loves herself anyway. She doesn't care that there may or may not be pretty girls out there. She says here I am,...

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